Music by Bobby Stahr
And a nod of thanks to Thomas Pynchon for the title

Sometimes remembering
Drifts into dream.
Subtlest essences
Merge into streams.
Of what Was,
Is, and Will Be
In timeless moment,
Lost as it’s found –
Felt, but never known
And there forever in a part of you
That doesn’t need to know.
There to become part forever,
If you let it grow.
Echoes in endless space
Can never end.
All that you say and do
Is what you send
To the infinite and all
That is past-in-present,
Both in future.
Limitless in potential
Unbounded
Formless void of Time’s unfolding
Soft, eternal Dance.

Wander through its patient vastness
In a traveler’s trance.
Sometimes remembering…